No more Santa

A huge event today. My daughter has now been briefed on the whole Santa thing – that is to say that she is aware that Mom and Dad have more involvement than just leaving out cookies and milk.

It started with questioning in the car on how he can possibly get down a chimmney based on his girth, then questions about how he ended up using the same wrapping paper that Dad did last year. Then came the multi-Santas-in-malls issue, followed by questions on his ability to go fast enough to cover ALL kids, worldwide, in one night. At the end she just asked me flat-out if he existed, and I had to come clean. I explained that it was something for little kids to believe in, something magical. As I was saying it, I realized what a lousy excuse that is, but it worked like a charm.

Another bit of her childhood gone. Moving too fast. Must go work on device to slow down time now – before she starts dating. The only other way I have to handle that is covered in my prior post.